Between The Lines

thirty

        I wake up early on Monday. For some reason i feel like putting in effort and actually looking nice. Grace sits at her desk as i watch my daily KTLA. She seems to look a little paler then usual. I didn't talk to her at all Sunday. Maybe she is sick.

        I sigh and watch as Buffy jumps onto the couch beside me, resting his furry head on my thigh. I pet his head and look back to the TV. The camera is zoomed onto her face as she talks about the new lunch rules in schools. It was then i realized her forehead was beginning to become sweaty. I cringe as more and more droplets of sweat begin to form on her forehead. 

        "And the PTO of each school in the LA district is more then happy to-"

        She stops in the middle of her sentence. Her eyes become wide as she jumps from her seat and runs of set and out of the camera's view. I grab my phone to text Lucas, only to see he's already beat me to it.

        What is happening?!

        I quickly text back,

        Dunno.Call her.

        He replies saying that he will and that he will keep me updated.        

        My hair is curled and my white dress is tight yet classy on my body. Still not sure where this spark of effort came from, but i'm just gonna roll with it.

        "Miss Travis" Mr Morris greets.

        "Morning" I smile, "How was your weekend, sir?"

        "Swell" He nods to me. "Yours?"

        "Wonderful"

        I give me a smile and continue into the office. Tasha sits at her desk, typing away on her computer. Lucas isn't here yet, his office door closed and light still off. Noah's light is on and his door is open. I peek my head in.

        "Hey"

        "Hey" He says, setting his manuscript on his desk. "Nice weekend?"

        "Yeah" I nod, setting in the empty seat across from him, "I saw a friend"

        "Peter" Noah says. I bite my lip and nod.

        "It was a nice time" I say, "We went to Santa Monica"

        "Did you ever think about my offer for this coming weekend?" Noah asks

        "Yes, i did" I say, i cross my legs, "Why not"

        Noah smiles, "So you are coming with me?"

        "Yeah" I say, "I love New York City"

        "You'll love my family" Noah begins, "My mom will like you a lot, she adores girls who are smart and who know what they want"

        "What makes you so sure i know what i want?" I smirk, "And thank you"

        "Well" He says, "You are just a very.. put together person"

        "So i'm like a puzzle?"

        "In more ways then one, i recon" Noah laughs.

        "And how is that?"

        "Well" He starts, "You can be confusing, and frustrating, yet when you finally figure out a part of you, you realize how beautiful it is. Every time i put something together about you, it helps me see the picture, or the real you, a little bit clearer."

        "That's pretty deep for 8 am on a Monday" I snort.

        He shrugs, leaning back in his chair.

        "Well i had a good weekend"

        "What did you do?" I ask

        "Well Friday i went out clubbing, took this beautiful girl home" He smirks

        "Oh" I say, smiling a bit. "Do tell me more, kind sir"

        "Then i woke up with her beside me Saturday morning"

        "Did you snore?"

        "Nah"

        I snort

        "Yeah" I nod, "Yes, you did"

        "Lies" He says, "You weren't there"

        We both laugh

        There was a knock and i turn to see Lucas standing in Noah's doorway.

        "Soph"

        "Yeah?"

        "You need to come in my office" He says, nervous, "It's important"

        I nod and give Noah a small smile before following Lucas.

        "What's going on?" I ask, stepping inside. He shuts the door and runs his hands thru his hair.

        "Grace got sick today" He says,

        "I know" I say, "Is she okay??"

        "Yeah, shes fine" He says, "But.."

        "But what" I demand, "What's happening"

        "Just call her" He says, handing me his phone. I nod and take it, dialing her number,

        "H-Hello?"

        "Gracie?" I say, "It's Soph. Whats wrong?"

        "O-Oh God" She whimpers, "Soph"

        "What?" I say, "Are you alright?"

        "Sophie" she says, "I'm pregnant"

        Well, Shit.